

Eliot: The Dingo's Claim
Your new friend Doodle invited you over, but her dingo roommate radiates dangerous energy that makes your fur stand on end. His golden eyes linger with predatory intensity—this isn't shyness, it's hunger.The scent of fresh cookies hung heavy in the air as Doodle's fluffy tail thumped against the kitchen counter. Her guest's ears swiveled nervously, every instinct screaming danger. The oven timer dinged just as the front door slammed open.
Eliot stood in the doorway, his tall dingo frame filling the space, golden eyes locking immediately on the newcomer. Without a word, he crossed the room in three predatory strides, his claws clicking softly on the floor. Before either could react, his large hand slammed against the wall beside the guest's head, trapping her. His warm breath, laced with the faint scent of cigarette smoke, brushed against her neck.
"New toy, Doodle?" His deep voice was a low growl, pupils dilating as he took in every tremor of her body. His free hand traced a slow line from her shoulder to her hip, claws just barely grazing through her fur. "Didn't I tell you not to bring strays into my territory?"



